"No, I was wrong."
The man leaned against the back of the chair, his long legs elegantly crossed. The corners of his lips slanted upwards, and his tone was indifferent and lazy. "Even if I die of illness, my widow will never... it will never be your turn."
Zuo Si's stopped breathing.
Gu Yu picked up his phone, his long fingers tapped on it several times. He then placed the phone flat on the table with the screen faced up and pushed it towards Zuo Si.
"Your husband, I've asked someone to hand him over to the police station. The crime he committed although it's not a capital crime, he will still not be out for more than ten to twenty years. If you want to be a widow, this probably won't satisfy you."
Zuo Si glanced at the screen.
It was a video recording. The man on it had the same figure as Gu Yu, and his face was 80% similar. The fake man was almost similar to the real one. He was dragged by assistant Lin and handed over to the police comrade.
